A cold, rainy Shabbat.
And yet, a sign of spring: Our ice dam finally broke off! For the most part, our roof is pitched steeply enough that ice and accumulated snow aren't a problem, but there is one small spot near our front door where the roof is quite flat ... and sure enough, an ice dam formed there during this long, difficult winter. And we did get a bit of water through the ceiling in just one spot on just one day, but it's a spot I'll have to repaint at some point. (That could go on the spring break list, but I'm disinclined to deal with it this week.) I'm going to get a roof rake before next winter so that this doesn't happen again. Anyway, hurrah!
Unfortunately, the ice dam fell in two huge chunks onto the driveway ... and promptly froze there, trapping D's car! But today was rainy enough, and I guess just warm enough, that by evening I could move them. But dang, they were heavy and slippery and cold -- biggest ice cubes I've ever handled! I managed to whack my left knee with one of them as well, so it was more of an adventure than I'd hoped, but in the end we have a clear roof and a clear driveway.
Another sign of spring: When I stripped and remade the bed this evening, I put on regular cotton sheets instead of flannel ones! There comes a time when I just have to start acting as though it is or is about to be spring instead of winter; it's a matter of faith and of not looking at the weather forecast.
I went to Torah study this morning, and for a change it was kind of annoying -- just the particular mix of people on that particular day. But I still walked away having learned something interesting, so that's all good. And, lo and behold, my mother sent me an email with a link to a newspaper article about the new Reform High Holy Days prayer book being published this spring. Maybe she's getting into this idea of having a Jewish daughter? She's certainly being supportive.
This morning the rabbi gave me my copy of the synagogue's history, which was just published this year. (Each member family got a copy, but of course I'm not a member, so he sort of had to sneak me one, which seems ridiculous, but whatever.) I then spent most of the rainy afternoon lying in bed reading it. The first chapter was kind of upsetting because it raised again the spectre of the FGS history project that crashed and burned a year and a half ago, and about which I apparently still have some strong feelings. So I put the book away and fell asleep for awhile. After I woke up and ate lunch, I felt equanimity again and proceeded to read the rest of the book in the afternoon. I was glad to learn what I did about the synagogue, which actually has an interesting institutional history, and I was also glad that I had beforehand slogged all the way through Marc Lee Raphael's The Synagogue in America: A Short History. It was indeed a short history, but it took me months to read (see my realization yesterday about my reading habits). The history of my synagogue was even shorter and much less academic (although written by a history professor with a specialization in oral histories) but very interesting because of course totally local. Plus, there were some juicy scandals and conflicts, so that made for fun reading.
Speaking of my reading habits, I still have a couple of chapters left to go in Jamison's An Unquiet Mind. I think I must be a pretty slow reader, not by actual slow reader standards but by academic standards. The plan is to go to bed in just a minute and finish the memoir before my loan runs out tomorrow.
Otherwise, a very low-key day, as befits a rainy Shabbat, other than going to gym this evening -- a welcome moving of my body after hours spent lying in bed reading. I'm toying with the idea of further celebrating spring by trying one of those Couch-to-5K plans, even though the one other time I tried it I got permanently stuck at the three-week mark. But even that level of jog-walking was good exercise, and I think I pushed myself harder aerobically than I do even on the elliptical trainer (and certainly on the treadmill). But is that a bad idea with my plantar fasciitis, even if I try running with my orthotics? Or should I just get new, supportive running shoes (my current ones are getting old)? Or is this the sort of thing that I contemplate on a relaxing Saturday night but will never actually put into practice? Hard to know.